tiny glowing screens part 2 - watsky
there’s 7 billion 46 million people on the planet and most of us have the audacity to think we matter. hey, you hear the one about the comedian who croaked? someone stabbed him in the heart, just a little poke. but he keeled over cause he went into battle wearing chain mail made of jokes. hey, you hear the one about the screenwriter who passed away? he was giving elevator pitches and the elevator got stuck halfway. he ended up eating smushed sandwiches they pushed in through a crack in the door and repeating the same crappy screen play idea about talking dogs til his last day. hey, you hear the one about the fisherman who passed? he didn’t jump off that ledge, he just stepped out into the air and pulled the ground up towards him really fast like he was pitching a line and went fishing for concrete. the earth is a drum and he’s hitting it on beat. the reason there’s smog in los angeles is because if we could see the stars, if we could see the context of the universe in which we exist, and we could see how small each one of us is against the vastness of what we don’t know, no one would ever audition for a mcdonald’s commercial again. and then where would we be? no frozen dinners and no tv, and is that a world we would want to text in? either someone just microwaved popcorn or i hear the sound of a thousand people pulling their heads out of their asses in rapid succession. the people are hunched over in boston, they’re starting app stores and screen printing companies in san francisco, they’re grinning in los angeles like they’ve got fish hooks in the corners of their mouths but don’t paint me like the good guy cause every time i write i get to choose the angle that you view me and select the nicest light. you wouldn’t respect me if you heard the typewriter chatter tap tap tapping through my mind at night, the same stupid take loop of old sitcom dialogue an tattered memories of a girl i got to grind on in high school filed carefully on rice paper. my heart is a colored pencil but my brain is an eraser. i don’t want a real girl, i want to trace her from a catalog. truth be told, i’m unlikely to hold you down cause my soul is a crowded subway train and people keep deciding to get on the next one that rolls through town. i’m joining a false movement in san francisco, i’m frowning and hunched over in boston, i’m smiling in los angeles like i’ve got fish hooks in the corners of my mouth and i’m celebrating on weekends because there are 7 billion 47 million people on the planet and i have the audacity to think i matter. i know it’s a lie but i prefer it to the alternative because i’ve got a tourniquet tied on my elbow, i’ve got a bunt wrap filled with compliments and i’m burning it. you say got to sleep but i’ve been bouncing off my bedroom walls since i was hecka small. we’re every age at once and tucked inside ourselves like russian nesting dolls. my mother is an 8 year old girl. my grandson’s is a 74 year old retiree whose kidneys just failed and that’s the glue between me and you, that’s the screws and nails. we live in a house made of each other and if that sounds strange that’s because it is. someone please freeze time so i can run around turning everyone’s pockets inside out. and remember, you didn’t see shit.
So yesterday was the 21st birthday of a very special friend of mine. Minty, Miru and myself all did a collab of our friends precious children. It’s late because I’m trash and take too long to draw but we all worked really hard on this so we really hope you like it!
Anyways, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY KADE!!!!!
DON’T LOSE YOUR WAAAAAAAY.
Me, Minty and Miru went to the Ripley’s aquarium today and IT WAS SO COOL!!!! I forgot to take pics except at the end with the jellies.
I am a jellyfish princess uvu(\
BUT I ALSO GOT TO TOUCH A SHARK AND A STINGRAY AND A HORSESHOE CRAB IT WAS SUCH AN AWESOME AND NEAT EXPERIENCE.
ah yes the Easter Lumberjack a time-honoured tradition.
NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR CAPS. PHOENICIAN SPELLS. ARAMAIC SPELLS. LANGUAGES MUGGLES DON’T KNOW ANYMORE THAT HAVE BEEN PRESERVED THROUGH WIZARDING SPELLS IN LITTLE POCKETS OF THE WORLD. SOURCE LANGUAGES NO ONE KNOWS HOW TO ADAPT OR CHANGE ANYMORE BECAUSE THE LANGUAGES HAVE DIED AND PEOPLE ARE AFRAID TO CAUSE LIKE, A NUCLEAR FALLOUT. IM SO EXCITED THANKS FOR THIS.
#WOOOOOO#literally all i wanna do is write a wizarding series set there#and to explore the prejudices of not only class difference and blood difference#but also religious differences and how that affects their magic#and instead of a ministry theres the monarchy#and djinn instead of ghosts#and just ARABIC FOLKLORE /throws rainbow sparkles/#im gonna die#harry potter#language#linguistics#ARAMIC SPELLSSSS#headcanon that bc they use the older/oldest languages middle eastern witches and wizards have no need for wands to channel their magic#bc it’s so pure and strong#ANOTHER HEaDCANON#pets allowed to be brought to school include and are not limited to: sphinxes. fennec foxes. golems.#desert wolves too#basically go big or go home with school pets (the-writers-ramblings)
Witches in secret pockets of Morocco who’ve been casting spells with ancient spices long before wands came about. Warlocks in Egypt who knew the double, magical, meaning behind hieroglyphics. A dead language? Latin and Ancient Greek have NOTHING on hieroglyphs. The veritable cacophany of ideas and spells and magic that the trading routes brought in. The Phoenecians with their many-striped sailboats proudly displayed Persian potion ingredients alongside spelled fishing nets woven by Palestinian wizards. Syrian magical folk meet Greek ones, and realize they can best communicate in the Ancient Greek all serious magical students learn. Curly heads bent over ancient spellbooks, and people stare as they converse in a language not spoken for hundreds of years.
Excuse you but can we not forget the jewish lore masters, poring over their tomes in hebrew and aramaic, preserved from their exiled homeland into the diaspora.
And the development of a syncretic magic in yiddish that mixes the subtle lore and subtle word power of the exiled levantines with the raw brute force of germanic magics. — how else did the golem?
DIASPORA SYNCRETIC MAGICS
jewish wizards offering house elves clothes in accordance with the slave laws
jewish wizards using golems as grunt labor
Yes to the Yiddish spells, too ;-)
Jewish wizards offering clothing to house elves and then constantly debating among themselves whether using a golem or other magically-created entity with some semblance of sentience for manual labor for years or decades is essentially the same thing as keeping a magical being for the same purpose.
See also: endless debates about whether one can use magic on Shabbat, and what sorts of magic qualify as “work”. Like, does it count if you enchant an object ahead of time?
Also debates over the extent to which Divination counts as the “witchcraft” detailed in the Tanach. Actually, I bet there’d be scholars compiling detailed tractates about which spells are kosher, using extensive biblical commentary.
JEWISH WIZARDS HAVING THEIR OWN EXTENDED TALMUD. HOW HAS THIS NEVER OCCURRED TO ME BEFORE??
Magic is a natural extension of the self; Therefore, one should be allowed to use magic on Shabbos. You might put restrictions on what kind of magic, and brewing potions (even ones that don’t require heat) and using wands…
I wrote a paper for a Harry Potter conference on foreign wizardry and how the systems of magic must have evolved to be completely separate entities that have very little in common. We’re only seen a TINY portion of the wizarding world and for the most part it’s Western European. I like to imagine Bill Weasley had to extensively train for cursebreaking in Egypt, because you can’t just waltz into a tomb, wave your wand, shout Latin and expect it to work.
I also love the idea of foreign magics being a bit wonky in a duel against each other because they’re not quite compatible. Like, it’s really hard to block a spell from a foreign wizard because you don’t understand exactly what you’re blocking against.
God, so many foreign wizard feels.
#JEWISH WIXEN THO #(the others are very fab!!!! but i can’t comment) #AND JFC OF /COURSE/ THERE’S A MAGICAL EXTENSION FOR THE TANAKH #BUT IMAGINE THE TALMUD #TWO THOUSAND YEARS OF SQUABBLING JEWISH WIXEN #DOES IT COUNT AS MIXING FABRICS IF YOU TRANSFIGURED ONE OUT OF THE OTHER #DEBATES OVER WHETHER MAGICALLY COOKED BREAD COUNTS AS RISEN #D I F F E R E N T F O O D S #JEWISH FOOD IS ALREADY HIGHLY VARIABLE AND DETERMINED ON PLACE OF ORIGIN#WIZARDING FOODS THAT ARE CHARACTERISTICALLY JEWISH #JEWISH WIXEN DEVELOPING HIGHER LEVEL MAGIC SCHOOLS #JEWISH WIXEN QUESTIONING HOW MAGIC WORKS #WIXEN RABBIS LECTURING ON WHICH ORGANISMS ARE BEASTS OR BEINGS BASED ON SCRIPTURE#JEWISH WIXEN BUILDING THE THIRD TEMPLE ON UNPLOTTABLE GROUND #JEWISH WIXEN BEING VERY CLOSELY TIED TO GOBLINS #(intentional or not the parallels are there) #AND UNDERSTANDING GOBLIN LAW AND COMMISERATING WITH THEM FOR THE PERSECUTIONS#GOBLINS GUARDING ASHKENAZI JEWISH SETTLEMENTS IN RUSSIA #ALL JEWISH POTIONS ARE KOSHER #THERE WAS A LOT OF DEBATE OVER WHETHER MAGICAL ANIMALS WERE CLEAN OR UNCLEAN #JUST #JEWISH WIXEN #harry potter #hp meta (eighthdoctor)
AZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE i know you know my shame
let me cry on your super buff shoulder about bleach
my friend kim got me really nostalgic about bleach and wow just dang im such a weeb i need to go and rewatch it all and just
can you believe i used to have the biggest crush on ichigo kurosaki when i was like 15 damn, and same with grimmjow jeagerjaques or however the fuck thats spelled
somewhere on the internet is a ichigo/grimmjow highschool fic that i wrote when i was 15 and i am super ashamed of it
LOOKING BEAUTIFUL AS USUAL!!
omGGGGGG ADOX DUUUUDE YOU ARE SO NICE AND WONDERFUL AHH I MISS YOU WE SHOULD HANG OUT AGAIN SOON <3
hiei: MAN i cannot draw little kids
[♔] JΞШϾΞ: yes u can i beliebe in u
hiei: fuCK children
hiei: do not actually fuck children
[♔] JΞШϾΞ: pls dont fuck the children